Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

Of course, in Tsuruga's eyes, they all deserved to die.

The only difference is that—you die first, Zeon, and after I've killed these little devils from space, I'll immediately go and kill these damn noble families from the Federation. The killing will be done in stages, but it can't be less.

Haha, go to hell, all of you!!!

Dongjiang immediately wanted to pull out his horn and wipe them all out, but after thinking about it, he put it away.

He also needs to consider ways to increase his own power.

His destructive power requires war and death to grow; his New Human character card was never used after its creation, he...

Well, to be honest, when he first arrived in this world, he didn't really care about these issues of dead or alive.

He's not some saint or someone with exceptional empathy; Earth Zeon is a complete stranger to him.

To say he was filled with righteous indignation would be an overstatement of emotion; he's completely out of touch with reality. In truth, if he wants to increase his power, joining Zeon to continue the war might be the better option...

Dongjiang looked in front of him.

In the ruins that had been collapsed for some time, Tsugumi saw a small, childlike hand beneath the rubble of the building.

Scattered around were candies, and the child's small, tender hands had turned completely pale and bloodless. Blood oozing from the young body spilled onto the ground.

He squatted down beside it, picked up a blood-stained candy with his hand, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

Orange flavor, very sweet.

He moved the stones, offering salvation to the mangled corpse, but to no avail.

The soul had been separated from the body for more than three hours, and the body was too badly damaged. The Redemption's abilities were insufficient to put the soul back into such a body and then fully repair it.

Tsurugi closed his eyes, sensing the immense number of vengeful spirits lingering there.

Millions? Tens of millions? Many more vengeful spirits have already departed with resentment and hatred, but even so, grudges are still being born every moment within this colony.

"Damn it, we still have to kill the Zeon first."

In that instant, Tsurugi made a decision, abandoning all rational choices, not for any other reason than because he was fucking annoyed!

Zeonians must die! Leave no one alive in the entire Side 3!

At that very moment, not far from Tsugumi, inside a standard MS-06 Zaku II, Sergeant First Class Karl Iwamoto, piloting the machine, was ferociously pulling the trigger of the control stick.

"Die, all of you die! You bunch of scum, a inferior race!!!"

He roared and laughed maniacally, unleashing a torrent of fire from his 120mm machine gun, blasting building after building of fleeing civilians into pieces.

Watching their screams, their fleeing, and their kneeling and begging for mercy, Carl Iwamoto felt a tingling sensation running through him from head to toe.

Oh, that was fucking awesome!

Thinking about my cramped life in Side 3, my family was crammed into a tiny house that was barely better than a sardine can. My family worked themselves to the bone at the factory, screwing in screws, but we could barely make ends meet and couldn't save any money. Most of our money went to federal taxes.

Now, under the leadership of the great Prince Dejin and Commander-in-Chief Kilian, they have finally risen up in rebellion to slaughter these exploitative federal pigs and dogs!

What? You're saying I killed inhabitants of outer space?

Haha, at a time like this, can space dwellers who choose to support the Federation or the Neutral still be considered space dwellers?

They're nothing but a bunch of pigs, a bunch of dogs, a bunch of guys who think they can profit from this—in short, they're not even human anymore, they're all sick men, cowards, and inferior races that have succumbed to the Federation and need to be cleansed!

Kill them all!!!

"Turn me into a meat patty, you lowly bastard!"

Carl Iwamoto grinned as he pushed the lever, and Zaku lifted his heavy right foot, slamming it down amidst the pleas and screams of the colonists.

The colony's solid ground crumbled, and as Zaku lifted his foot, even more asphalt fragments and bloody flesh stuck to it.

Weapons bring a sense of security, but they also bring a sense of omnipotence in controlling the lives of others. The more powerful the weapon, the stronger the sense of omnipotence. And those who are dominated by this sense of omnipotence begin to ignore the weight of life.

After all, when you can kill thousands of people by pulling the trigger, you're only thinking about the number of enemies you've eliminated, not about those thousands of people and the family stories behind them.

Just as he grinned maliciously, preparing to continue his pursuit of the fleeing civilians of Ishfi Island in the distance...

The surveillance camera suddenly captured a young man walking against the flow of people towards him.

Carl Iwamoto zoomed in, looking at the other person's overly handsome face and that cool aura that went against the grain of those around him, and felt a strong sense of displeasure.

"Turn into mincemeat, you pretty boy!!!"

With a ferocious expression, he manipulated the Zaku to raise its right foot, but the next moment...

The young man looked up and smiled at him, then reached out and gently shook his hand.

Carl Iwamoto instantly felt his veins bulge, his eyes almost pop out, and his hands instinctively released the control lever and shook wildly, trying to grab the invisible hands that were choking him.

But he couldn't touch anything, only the oxygen circulating in the cockpit and the young man whose eyes had turned dark gold on the monitor screen.

"Ah, I really am a Sith prospect!"

Tsugumi felt the dark side of the Force filling her body and let out a strong, comfortable sound.

At this moment, the entire island of Ishfi was filled with death and wailing. These sounds of tragic death, the cries and pain of the dying, were enough to shatter the fragile spirits of most of the new humans in this world.

But for someone sensitive to the Force, especially someone like Tsugumi, it only means one thing.

Perceiving these things leads one's Force toward the dark side.

Of course, you can also choose to restrain your thoughts and anger, and look at the answer to the question with a calmer and more neutral attitude—that way you can embrace the bright side of the Force and become a positive Jedi Knight!

Screw it, I, Dongjiang, am a fucking innate Sith Holy Body!!!

Without a second's hesitation, Tsurugo began to greedily absorb all the cries and pain within Ishfi Island, pushing the limits of her primal force amidst the echoing anguish of these souls.

The Force swirled through his limbs and bones like a vortex, and the fibrillocytes in every cell of his body sang and cheered!

The universe responded to the will of this child of the Force, and in just an instant, Tsugumi had already mastered an extremely powerful dark side of the Force!

It's a pity I don't have any Kelp crystals to make a lightsaber or something... but it doesn't matter!

If you've come all the way to Gundam, what's the point of not using a mobile suit?

He smiled and slowly clenched his fist. Soon, Carl Iwamoto in the cockpit was strangled to death, and even in death, he could not find release.

The dark side of the Force tightly bound his spirit within his body, and amidst his painful wails, he was controlled like a puppet by Tsugumi, who had mastered Sith soul manipulation without a teacher.

No, it can't be said that he was self-taught. Although most of the magical knowledge he learned from Alaya was useless, there were still many aspects that he could learn without a teacher. Moreover, his power of destruction and his control over the soul were a natural instinct.

He manipulated his powers to control Karl Iwamoto's corpse and opened the Zaku, while his teammates' voices kept coming through the nearby communication channel, asking questions.

"Sergeant Iwamoto! Sergeant Iwamoto! What happened? Please answer, please answer quickly!"

Tsugumi sat in the cockpit of the Zaku, stretched, and stared into thought as she looked at the complex dashboard in front of her.

"Um... I don't know how to drive."

But does it matter? No matter. Tsugumi simply closed her eyes and unleashed the Force. The omnipresent dark side of the Force instantly covered the entire Zaku, invading, manipulating, and permeating every joint and part of its body!

At this moment, Dongjiang is Zagu.

Feeling the sensations emanating from this mechanical body, he made the Zaku perform a stretching motion that the operating system couldn't even begin to execute. Then, he discarded the machine gun in his hand and drew the thermal axe.

Meanwhile, two Zaku tanks, receiving no response, were heading towards this location.

"Completely annihilate?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: After rewatching a few Gundam UC works, I'm even more convinced that I still have to send all the Zeon guys, along with their satellites, into space—of course, we can't let the Federation's shit go to waste either!

Changing styles doesn't stop it from killing! : 106. The Steel Wraith of Ishfi Island

"Sergeant Iwamoto! Sergeant Iwamoto! What happened? Please answer, please answer quickly!"

In another Zaku, Sergeant Sarah Mara was urgently trying to contact her colleagues on the other end of the communication line, but received no response.

"Ugh, that damn bastard!!!"

Sergeant Sarah Mara angrily slammed her fist on the control lever next to her.

She hated that Carl Iwamoto, absolutely hated him.

Because she was not only a Deacon sympathizer, but also disagreed with the commander-in-chief's ideas and goals.

Perhaps that's why she and people like her were sent to SIDE2 to carry out this incredibly dirty work of repression.

But ultimately, they didn't need to go on such a killing spree.

Zeon's forces have surrounded Ishfi Island, and a small mobile suit force with the Musai-class light cruiser "Storm" as its flagship could easily suppress the entire colony.

They could even seize control of the colony without bloodshed; there was absolutely no need for killing!

Although it's unclear why Captain Otto von Richthofen ordered reinforced metal plates to be welded to the colony, supposedly to block the solar panels and weaken the resistance—well, whatever the reason, they wouldn't have had to shed blood.

That's what they say, but putting it into practice is another matter entirely.

This unit includes people like her who don't want to kill too much, as well as people like Carl Iwamoto who are die-hard Zabi family supporters.

But no matter how much she disliked the other person, she was still a soldier, and it was only natural for her to carry out her superiors' orders.

So even though she felt extremely disgusted, she still drove with another driver to the area where Carl Iwamoto's Zaku was located.

They quickly arrived at the bloody slaughter site. They didn't see any trace of the Zaku, but they did see spent shell casings and a machine gun scattered on the ground. So they raised their guns and used aim assist to search for the target.

Good, bad news, they found Carl Iwamoto's body.

A steel bar pierced him from top to bottom, like a skewer of roasted meat, and he was left hanging in the air above the ruins.

"Be careful!!!"

Sergeant Sarah shouted sternly, immediately maneuvering her Zaku to survey the surroundings.

This bastard may indeed deserve to die, but no matter what, he was a glorious soldier of the Principality of Zeon. He shouldn't, at the very least, be killed in such an humiliating way!

Suddenly, a heat response was detected in the ruins next to them.

She almost immediately maneuvered the Zaku to turn the gun around, but the attacker was already close before she could fire.

The Zaku broke through the camouflage of the ruins and, under the crimson glow of the monitor, dodged her gunfire with incredible speed and agility.

The next moment, she felt dizzy, and then the main monitor screen went black.

His Zaku was beheaded by the opponent using a heat axe.

She stared intently at the Zaku that had been stolen from the secondary monitor. The other party had turned its back on its comrade without hesitation, which gave her an opportunity.